“Any experience can be transformed into something of value. Everything depends on the way you look at things. You cannot have the success without the failures.”
Ok, well maybe not literally. But what I mean is that I’ve lost enough weight in the past three and a half months to equal the size of a toddler. A four year old, anyway. My four year old to be exact.
A third of me is so proud of how far I’ve come. 37.5 pounds since mid-January is awesome and I know it. I’m looking better and feeling better, mentally and physically. Another third of me feels like 37.5 is just a small drop in a very large bucket and I feel daunted by how far I still have to go.
The other third of me simply wants cake. All kinds of cake.
I’m trying hard to stay positive and motivated (see previous blog post about my focus this week) but it really is hard to keep the momentum going. Some days I am excited about going to the gym or going to a class, and other days the thought of going to the gym makes me want to curl into a ball and go to sleep.
I guess the important thing is to remember why I started this in the first place: to make sure I am around long enough to see my boys grow up and become amazing.
And that is motivation enough for me.